Almost five years ago I was blessed with the opportunity to spend part of my summer in Ireland, and strangely enough, I’ve missed being there every day since I left. This image that began as a photo taken of me as I sat alone on the cliff’s edge and watched the water is now a cherished watercolor painting hanging on my kitchen wall. I’m sure to most people there’s nothing overly noteworthy about looking at your own back, but to me this is and will always be a needed reminder of the simple, defining moments found when everything ceases, and you just breathe.